#You know what makes me want to read a book or watch a show or play a game? Reading a detailed plot synopsis or the full wiki page

[jazzy11scorpio]

Adult Content

Summary: Pedro Pascal. Backstage. Some hot stuff happened. That's pretty much it. You get the idea.

Pairing: Reader / Pedro Pascal

Tags ⚠️: Adult Content, MDNI, backstage hookup, quickie, dirty talk, oral sex ( m/f rec), unprotected sex, rough sex, riding, PinV, cream pie, fluff, SMUT.

Word count: 1k

Note: Deleting this tomorrow so enjoy in my last RPF

The backstage of Jimmy Kimmel Live! buzzed with a nervous energy, a stark contrast to Pedro's usually relaxed behavior. Tonight, though, was different. He paced his dressing room, running a hand through his already tousled hair, a slight frown creasing his brow.

"I don't know," he muttered, adjusting the collar of his shirt for what seemed like the tenth time. "I feel…off. Like I'm going to say something stupid."

You smiled, moving to stand in front of him, your hands resting gently on his arms. "Hey," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "You're going to be great. You always are."

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours, a flicker of doubt still lingering. "You really think so?"

"I know so," you said, giving his arms a gentle squeeze. "You're charming, you're funny, and you have this… this magic about you. It's impossible not to love you."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "You always know what to say," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Thank you. Just having you here makes it easier."

You watched the show from the crowd, your heart swelling with pride as he commanded the stage. He was effortlessly charming, his wit sharp, his smile infectious. He had the audience in the palm of his hand, laughing and applauding at his every word.

After the show, as the credits rolled, you made your way backstage, your footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. You found him in his dressing room, the door slightly ajar. He was leaning against the vanity, a relieved sigh escaping his lips.

"You were amazing," you said, stepping into the room.

He turned, his face lighting up as he saw you. "You were right," he said, grinning. "They loved it. I owe you one. Thank you for your support my love."

He crossed the room, pulling you into a warm, lingering hug. "Thank you for being here," he murmured, his voice soft against your ear. "It made all the difference. You're like my personal good luck charm, only way hotter."

You gripped his arm, your fingers digging slightly into the soft fabric of his shirt. "You know," you said, your voice a low murmur, "you're making me crazy. Looking this hot, this strong… I can't get enough of you. I swear, you could read the phone book and I'd still be drooling."

He turned to you, his eyes darkening with a familiar intensity. He kissed you gently, "And you," he whispered against your lips, his voice husky, "are making me incredibly impatient. I'm pretty sure my heart is trying to escape my chest to get to you faster."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes tracing the curve of your jaw. "I can't wait to get home," he murmured, his voice laced with a playful growl, "to show you exactly how badly I want you. I've been thinking about it all night. And let's just say, those thoughts are very dirty."

"We don't have to wait," you purred, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You stood up quickly, the click of the lock on the door echoing in the suddenly charged atmosphere.  With deliberate slowness, you began to peel off your dress, revealing the lacy bra and panties beneath.

"You're naughty," he breathed, his voice a low growl, his eyes following every move. "And crazy. Just how I like it." A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he watched you.

He remained seated on the sofa, his gaze fixed on you as you knelt before him.  You reached out, your fingers tracing the outline of his bulge, teasing him through the fabric of his pants. "You're so hard," you whispered, your voice husky. "And you're all mine." You unzipped his pants, slowly, deliberately, revealing his already throbbing cock.

"Come on, show me how much you want it, mi amor," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You leaned in, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, your eyes never leaving his.  You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, teasing him mercilessly.  He groaned, his hand finding your hair, holding your head as you took him deeper into your mouth.

You sucked him slowly, then faster, milking him with long, deep strokes, the sound of your wet mouth filling the room. He cursed under his breath, clearly enjoying every second.  "Stop," he finally groaned, his voice ragged. "I'm going to come. I want to be inside you."

You stood up, your eyes locking with his.  He reached out, his hands sliding down your hips, pulling your panties down your legs.  He tugged you closer, his hands gripping your thighs, his face burying between your legs.  He licked your pussy, his tongue swirling and teasing, his fingers dipping into your wetness, exploring your swollen clit. "You're so wet," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking ready."

You tangled your fingers in his hair, your hips bucking against his face as he sucked you harder, his tongue driving you wild. "Fuck, Papi," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "I want to fuck you. Please."

He pulled back, his eyes burning with a primal intensity.  He leaned back against the sofa, his legs spread wide, inviting you.  You straddled him, your eyes locking with his as you slowly lowered yourself onto his waiting cock.

As his hard cock slid slowly inside you, stretching you, filling you completely, your pussy clenched around him, milking him with each inch. "God," you groaned, your voice thick with desire. "You feel so fucking good. Your cock is made for me."

He gripped your waist, pulling you down harder, his eyes burning with lust. He traced his hand up your back, unhooking your bra, his hot breath ghosting over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He began to suck on your nipples, his tongue swirling and teasing, nipping and pulling, making you whimper.

You started to move faster, bouncing harder on his cock, your hips grinding against his, your wetness slicking against him. You teased him with slow, deliberate swirls, driving him wild, making him groan. He buried his head in your neck, kissing you deeply, his huge hands gripping your ass cheeks, pulling you closer, wanting you deeper.

You held onto his shoulders, your moans growing louder, your pussy squeezing him with each thrust, your juices dripping down his shaft. "Fuck," you gasped, your voice ragged. "You're so hard. So deep. I want you to fill me up."

The pleasure was almost unbearable, a raw, primal feeling that made you want to scream his name. You kissed him hard and passionately, your lips bruising against his, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

"You're fucking amazing," he groaned, his voice hoarse, his cock throbbing inside you. "Like you were made to hold me, only me." He put his hand around your neck, his thumb stroking your skin, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Be quiet, baby," he whispered, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Come on my cock. Ride me, baby, ride me...Ohh Fuck..you feel like heaven."

"Fuck," you screamed, your body tensing, your orgasm building. You bounced harder, faster, your pussy milking him with each thrust. You were so close, teetering on the edge "Pedro," you gasped, his name a raw plea on your lips. "I'm gonna come."

"Yes, baby," he growled, his hand tightening around your neck, his fingers digging into your skin. "Come for me. Let it for me. Let it all go."

You gripped his biceps, your nails digging into his flesh. He was so strong, so powerful, and the raw, animalistic energy between you was intoxicating. "You're fucking destroying me," you moaned, your voice thick with lust. "And I fucking love it."

Your orgasm ripped through you, a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure. Your pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing him with each pulse, your juices flooding him. You cried out, your body shuddering, your head thrown back.

He groaned, his own orgasm building, his thrusts becoming frantic. "Fuck, yes," he roared, his cock pulsing deep inside you. "You're so fucking good. So wet for me babe."

He came then, a deep, guttural sound ripping from his throat, his cum flooding your pussy, hot and thick. "Goddamn," he whispered against your ear, his voice thick with lust. "You're mine. All mine. You're fucking mine."

He held you tight, his body still shuddering, his cock still buried deep inside you. "Fuck," he groaned again, his voice hoarse. "You feel so good. So fucking amazing. Iwant to feel you like this forever." He kissed you, hard and deep.

"I'm gonna fuck you again," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Until we get home. You are gonna get more. I'm gonna fill you up until you can't take anymore."

"I want that," you breathed, your voice ragged. "I want you to fuck me all night Papi."

You kissed him, your lips bruising against his, your tongue tangling with his. "I love you," you whispered, your voice filled with raw, unfiltered desire.

"I love you too, babe," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything. And trust me, once we get home, I'm going to prove just how much." He gave you a wicked grin. "Prepare to be thoroughly… loved."

His arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to his chest. His heart beat against your ribs, a rapid, insistent rhythm that mirrored your own.

You ran your hands over his chest, your fingers tracing the bold white lettering on his black t-shirt:

"Adult Content." "Fitting," you purred, your voice husky. "Especially for what just happened in here. Makes me wonder what kind of content we'll be creating later."

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. "Oh, baby," he said, his eyes darkening with a playful glint. "We're going to be creating some very explicit content. And maybe a safe word." He nipped at your earlobe. "Think you can handle it?"

"Yes," you breathed, your voice thick with desire. "I can. With you, there's never enough. I want to feel every inch of you, every touch, every thrust. I want you to brand me with your cock."

He smiled softly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart melt. "You know," he murmured, his voice gentle as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "you're beautiful when you talk like that. So fierce, so passionate. Makes me want to worship you."

He kissed your forehead, a soft, lingering press of his lips. "But more than anything, I just want to hold you. Close. And love you. Forever."

"I love you too," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Now and forever."

Just then, a sharp knock echoed through the room. "Shit," he muttered, a reluctant sigh escaping his lips. "That's probably Jimmy."

You laughed, a nervous giggle escaping your lips, and kissed him quickly, a playful peck on his lips. "We almost got caught," you whispered, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Yeah," he chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, "talk about a close call. I can just picture his face. 'Pedro, what exactly were you doing in here?'" He mimicked a Jimmy making you laugh even harder.

"Though, to be fair, the sounds coming from in here were probably a dead giveaway."

He couldn't stop laughing either.

So, yeah, the whole sexy vibe kinda evaporated as you scrambled to get dressed. But, like, the afterglow was still there. Definitely picking up where you left off later.

Thank you for the reading 💜

[mads-hemmo]

imagine you sent in a bedroom for one of schlatts bedroom videos and schlatt is quite literally cheesing because you’re his girlfriend and he knows exactly what your room looks like

Masterlist

You have watched your boyfriend react to his viewer’s room tour multiple times now. When he announced that he was going to be reacting to rooms again, you decided to submit a tour of your own. You even messaged his mods to make sure your room made it in.

You watch Schlatt’s stream from your couch, anxiously awaiting for your room to come onto the stream. “Okay this one is from (Y/N),” Schlatt says. You can see him do a slight double take when he reads your name off. He lets it go as he presses play.

“Hello Jschlatt. Let me show you my room,” your pre-recorded voice says. The chat is going crazy saying, “woman” as the video plays. You’re not showing your face, but Schlatt obviously knows it’s you by your voice.

“Calm down chat. Yes, it's a woman. Let’s see their room,” Schlatt says to the chat.

You turn to your bookshelf full of books. “Here are all my books because I’m a nerd and very intelligent.”

“Don’t look up any of those books, chat. You may be scarred.”

You laugh at the screen. Schlatt knows your taste in literature is romance with some smut sprinkled in. “Here are my rammies, youtooz, and gamer supps.” You show your small Schlatt shrine which makes you look like a parasocial weirdo, but Schlatt is just smiling the entire time. “This is my gaming setup.”

“Wow, it's very pink. Are we sure this isn’t some vtuber?” Schlatt comments.

You continue to show your room which shows blurred pictures. “These are of my boyfriend and I, but we are very private. He does not like people to see his face. He’s very insecure.”

Schlatt subtly rolls his eyes and smiles at his screen. “She is smart. Protecting her privacy. I’m sure her boyfriend is very hot and not insecure,” Schlatt comments. Chat is going crazy sending question marks and gay emotes.

“This is where all the magic happens,” you joke as you show your bed.

Schlatt lets out a small laugh at your comment. The truth is most of the “magic” happens on his bed not yours. He also has small heart eyes when he sees the Rammie you sleep with when you aren’t together. “I know it’s small and boring, but that’s my room. You have made my day by watching this. Thank you Schlatt! I’m a huge fan,” you say, ending the video.

“What a weirdo. Mods, who let that one get by?” Schlatt asks with a stupid grin still plastered on his face. Some of chat seems to get the hint about who’s bedroom it is, but others are completely oblivious.

Schlatt keeps going, showing a disgusting hellhole with street signs. A little while after, Schlatt ends the stream. As soon as the stream ends, you see that you are getting a FaceTime call from him.

“That damn girl was obsessed with you,” you comment with a laugh. “Maybe I should be jealous.”

“Yeah she’s a weirdo. Can’t believe my mods let her through,” he laughs with you.

“She may have sent some messages encouraging them to let her room through so she could see how flustered her boyfriend gets.”

Schlatt rolls his eyes at you. “Thank you for blurring everything.”

“I may like messing with you, but I’m not evil. I still want our relationship to be for us, not your fans.”

He smiles at you. “I love you,” he says with a wide grin on his face. “Also the cats miss you. They think you should come over and stay the night.”

“Only the cats miss me?” You ask with an eyebrow raise.

“Maybe I miss you too.”

“Hmm if that’s the case, I guess I can come by.” Once you hang up the phone, you drive to his apartment so you don’t have to spend the night cuddling your Rammie.

A/N: such a cute idea!! I need him to stream again! I am almost through all of my reqs, so send more if you want to! Hoping to keep writing while I’m on break!

[shalscumbunny]

Perfect plan

Warnings: Obsession, stalking, spying, toxic behaviors, slight mention of masturbation

He is simply dying of love for you. He adores you—everything about you. Every little detail overwhelms him in the most delightful way, and of course, he has made it his mission to make you his, taking all the necessary steps. You don’t know it yet, but someone is literally learning your routine inside and out—from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep—and that is only the beginning. He is completely determined to make the connection immediate, to make you fall for him at first sight. He has been studying you. He knows your favorite books and has read them, he knows your favorite show and has watched it, he knows your favorite singers and songs—he has memorized stories and lyrics. He has studied you so well it’s astonishing. You could ask him for the coordinates of the place where you were born, and he could probably tell you—he is that obsessed with you. His computer is filled with folders containing pictures and videos of you, meticulously categorized by location, body parts, dates, and more. He follows you everywhere. He has memorized your favorite foods and drinks and has forced himself to try them, even if they contain something he dislikes—simply imagining your sweet face when he "casually" confesses that his favorite dessert is the same as yours makes it all worth it. He finds it adorable when you get the feeling that someone is watching you—those nervous, suspicious glances excite him because it means you sense his presence, that you are starting to notice him. He has even planned your first meeting, and he is determined to make it PERFECT—because you are already HIS. You just don’t know it yet.

You were walking down your street, buying bread for breakfast, unaware that your favorite one had mysteriously sold out. You had no idea that he had gone out of his way to buy fifty loaves.

“Damn… it’s gone" You muttered in frustration.

“It’s a really delicious bread” A male voice said behind you. “No wonder it’s sold out”

You turned around politely to see him. You didn’t recognize him at all, and he was pretending just as well that he didn’t know you either. Soon, you noticed his hand holding a bag with three loaves—you figured he had taken the “last ones.”

“Looks like you got lucky” You said with a sigh.

“Do you want them?” He asked in a gentlemanly tone, almost like a savior.

“N-no, I couldn’t ask that of you” You replied, a little nervous.

“I insist” He said, taking your hand and placing the bag in it.

He had to suppress a surge of excitement when his fingers brushed against yours. He simply continued acting like a calm, kind guy, even though he was dying to kiss you right then and there.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll just grab a white mocha at the café next door” He said casually.

“You like white mochas too?” You asked, a bit surprised but happy to meet someone who shared your tastes. “Since you’re giving me the bread… maybe I could buy you a mocha? What do you think?”

“Yes… that sounds perfect…” he said, his cheeks turning pink. You didn’t take it as a romantic reaction—just the morning cold.

You both walked together. You didn’t notice the intense gaze full of love and obsession fixed on you—you were just happy to have found your bread and, apparently, a new friend.

“I’m Y/n” You introduced yourself.

“That’s a beautiful name” He said casually… acting as if it wasn’t the name he moaned desperately while pleasuring himself.

This was truly just the beginning of a love story—the result of a perfect plan.

HxH: SHALNARK, Hisoka, Illumi, PARISTON

KNY: DOUMA, Akaza, Obanai

BNHA: Hawks

Genshin Impact: Dottore

HSR: Luocha, SUNDAY

LADS: RAFAYEL

[cheezb6llz]

YANDERE SONIC, SHADOW, AND KNUCKLES WITH CAPTIVE READER IMAGINES!!

basically them trying to be all lovey dovey with the reader and act like theyre in a normal relationship and the reader is just scared or sad 😣😣

this wasn’t requested i just wanted to write it

knuckles is purple now cause of his beautiful eyes

SHADOW

-You’ll go to sleep alone, only to wake up to Shadow lying next to you, his arm draped over your waist to keep you close. You shift around uncomfortably, he mutters under his breath, half awake.

“Stop moving. You aren’t going anywhere.��

-Shadow will bring you tea or coffee, made perfectly to the way you like it. If you don’t drink it, he’s not gonna leave until you’ve taken at least one sip.

He exhales.

“You’re being so difficult.. It’s made just to how you like it.”

-If hes reading a book or watching a show with you, he’ll make you sit in his lap. His arms will lock around your waist while you’re as stiff as ever.

“Dont worry.. You’ll get used to this. To me.”

-If you cry, his gloved hand will wipe away your tears as he speaks to you softly.

“I don’t like seeing you like this, Y/N.. but if this is what it takes to keep you, I will endure it.”

-Shadow likes to give you kisses. Not exactly gentle, or rough. Just.. Firm. When you pull away, trembling in fear, he hums

“You’ll learn to like it soon enough.”

-If you avoid eye contact, he’ll grip your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Ignoring me won’t change anything. You’re mine. You should act like it.”

-If he notices how scared you are, the way you tremble beneath him, he’ll pull you into a tight hug.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Y/N.. Be afraid of what I’d do to anyone who’d try to take you away from me.”

—

SONIC

-Sonic likes to nuzzle against you like everything’s great between you guys. His quills brush against your face as he jokes with you.

“C’mon, babe, give me a smile. Don’t make me tickle it outta ya!”

-He’s always calling him holding you captive a “getaway” as if it’s some sort of fun romantic trip between you two.

-He’ll unexpectedly pull you into his arms and spin the two of you around playfully. Your heartbeat quickens, not in excitement, but more in terror.

“Man, Y/N, you’re just so cute when you’re all flustered!”

-He’ll press a long kiss to your forehead, not caring if you flinch or shudder.

“Awww.. Don’t fight it, sweetheart. You’re stuck with me anyway.”

-If you’re good, he’ll untie you to cuddle with him and watch some TV or something. When you turn away, his grip will tighten around your waist, an eerie tone to his voice will take over.

“Y’know, I could tie you up again if you don’t wanna cooperate.”

-When he sits you two on a couch for this, he’ll suddenly pull you into his lap. You’d try to squirm away, but his grip only tightens.

“Heh, not going anywhere, babe. Get comfy.”

He’ll bring you blankets when it’s cold, wrapping them around your shoulders. His hands stay around your shoulders as he grins.

“See? I’m taking care of you, so maybe you should show me a little appreciation.”

-If you don’t talk to him, he’ll just talk for you. Always going on rants about how amazing you are, or how amazing he is. He leans back on a wall, arms behind his head.

“Hey, I bet if you weren’t so busy pouting all the time, you’d admit you kinda like it here.”

—

KNUCKLES

-Knuckles is always holding your hand. Not at all loosely, really tightly.. If you try to pull away, his grip will only tighten.

“Stop resisting.”

-He likes to stroke your hair, always murmuring things about how soft it is. It almost feels comforting, until you realize why you’re here.

-You won’t stop crying. Frustration is evident in his eyes as he wipes your tears away, demanding an answer.

“Tell me what to do to make you happy.”

He knows what you’ll say. Let you go. But he’s not ready to accept that.

-Knuckles insists on carrying you around everywhere, lifting you up with ease while your wrists are still bound as you hold them close to your chest. He ignores the way you tremble in his arms.

“You’re safest with me, you’ll understand one day.”

-You try to move away when he sits next to you. He doesn’t let you. He wraps his arm around you, holding you close.

“You should feel honored. Nobody else get’s this close to me.”

-You try to keep as much space between you two as possible, but that’s hard when he crawls into bed with you at night, pressing himself against your side and wrapping his arms around you knowing you can’t do anything about it.

“You looked cold. I’m not letting you push me away anymore.”

-If you refuse to look at him, looking down when he speaks to you face to face, his large, gloved hand will cup your cheek and tilt your head up. His purple eyes locked onto yours.

“I don’t like being ignored, Y/N”

-He catches you eyeing the locked door? Without a thought about it, he’ll redirect your attention to him by standing in front of it, arms crossed.

“Don’t even think about it.”

—

workibg on yalls requests 😁

[kathryn-maraudersversion]

Serpents & Stars Part 3

Summary: You refuse to admit your feelings for the Marauders. They refuse to let you push them away. It’s a battle of wills, and you are absolutely determined to win.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders (James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin) x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

After that night on the Astronomy Tower, you decided you were going to ignore it. All of it.

The way James looked at you like you were his favourite challenge.

The way Sirius got too close just to make you squirm.

The way Remus saw right through you every damn time.

It didn’t matter. 

You didn’t like them. You couldn’t like them. Right? 

Ignoring them was easier said than done because they weren’t making it easy.

“Morning, sweetheart,” James greeted you in the Great Hall, sliding into the seat beside you even though this was the Slytherin table, and he had no business being here.

You shoved his arm off the table. “Go away, Potter.” 

James beamed. “You’re so cute when you pretend you don’t like me.” 

You resisted the urge to throw your goblet at his face. 

You were reading by the Black Lake when Sirius flopped onto the grass beside you, head resting in your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You froze. “What the hell are you doing?” 

He grinned up at you, completely unbothered. “Getting comfortable.” 

Your hands clenched into fists. “Move.” 

He stretched out more. “Make me, princess.” 

You shoved him off. He laughed the whole way down. 

Remus, of course, was the most dangerous.

Because Remus didn’t flirt obnoxiously like James, and he didn’t invade your space just to watch you react like Sirius. 

No. Remus was subtle. Remus was kind.

Which meant that when he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face during study sessions, you couldn’t even pretend he was being annoying. 

When he carried your books after class, you couldn’t even call him a show-off. 

When he gave you the last chocolate in the pack without saying a word, you couldn’t even insult him for it. 

Remus wasn’t fighting you. Remus was just there, waiting, knowing and that was the worst part. 

They knew you were cracking.

It happened on a particularly bad day. 

Professor Slughorn had paired you with an absolute idiot in Potions, and after an hour of them nearly setting the classroom on fire, you had a splitting headache. 

You stormed into the library, slamming your books onto the table. 

The second you sat down, a fresh cup of coffee slid across the table to you. 

You blinked at it. Then at the hand that had placed it there. 

James, Sirius, and Remus sat across from you, watching you expectantly. 

Sirius smirked. “You looked like you needed it, love.” 

You stared at the coffee. It was exactly how you liked it. 

“…This means nothing,” you muttered, grabbing the cup. 

James grinned like he had won something. “Of course not, sweetheart.” 

Remus just sipped his tea, amused.

You hated them. You hated them so much.

It was late.

You were sitting in the Gryffindor common room (Dorcas has dragged you along to say hi to Marlene), the fire flickering, when it happened.

A group of Gryffindor girls walked past, giggling and whispering about James and Sirius. About how handsome they were. About how Remus was the sweetest and something in your chest tightened.

You scowled, shaking the thought away. 

It didn’t matter. They were annoying. You didn’t care if other people liked them. 

You didn’t care. 

And then you saw them.

James, Sirius, and Remus, sitting across the room, laughing together, smiling, looking like the sun itself lived in their bones.

And you felt it.

That undeniable, horrible, traitorous ache.

You wanted to be near them. 

You wanted to be in that light. 

You cursed under your breath, standing up so fast your chair scraped the floor. 

No. No.

You wouldn’t do this. You wouldn’t-

“Going somewhere, love?”

Sirius was watching you, his grey eyes too knowing.

James and Remus turned too, curiosity flickering in their faces. 

You clenched your jaw. “Bed.” 

James smirked. “Need company?” 

You scowled. “Die, Potter.”

Sirius laughed. “She’s flustered. It’s adorable.” 

Remus just tilted his head, studying you. 

And you? You ran.

Taglist: @amatoanima @flaviaandbooks @nymanas

[edenspoem]

i’ve mentioned it before but your vocabulary is insanely diverse. you are so well articulated and i’ve been wanting to work on my own vocabulary skills, i find myself having to try to find better words to describe things when i write so i was wondering how you expanded your vocabulary if you don’t mind!! unless you just came out of the womb writing like a renaissance poet then you can disregard this<3

first of all, thank you. my passion for writing does come from something rooted and old in me, but it was only recently that i begun to flesh it out and bleed the possibilities.. but the biggest bit of advice i can ever give to self-taught or writers on their own is; complication and comparison kill. when you let the overthinking run you around, you end up with processed and less honest writing. not honest in the sense of lies, but honest in the sense of "who do i want to portray? what do i want to portray?" and like i've said don't write with the brain write with the heart. (although, the mind pre-analyzing can come up with amazing things. literally when it springs to mind) your brain will want to trim and trim and cut all the shrubbery but i think it's what makes writing interesting. nobody wants to read something logical. they want to read something they have never felt before. never touched before. never desired before. it should be beautiful and gruesome and true. so, if you're thinking of expanding your vocabulary, do use it sparingly. i like to read classics or period pieces (like outlander) because even now i'm finding words i never knew of (like segued; i was like wtf is segued?? but it's interesting. it means to shift from one thing to another) but also if you don't like reading, watching period-piece shows is another good option. anne with an e is where i started when i found out i loved words and writing. i always say to look into period pieces but there's something so evocative about these preceding renditions because a.i is fucking the world of art up (and our environment. literally) and most don't care for poetry these days.. grab a book or a google doc and literally write your heart out whenever something you think of makes it beat a little bit faster..

edit: your ability to be simple and still make an impact with your words is your greatest weapon. know your words like a second language.

[jelloapocalypse]

Hi Jello!!

I watched the anime op video recently and just wanted to take this chance to say how much I love your content. I’ve been watching you since middleschool and I’m about to graduate college! Crazy how time works (scary even). Epithet erased is one of my all time favorite shows and the book has been one of my favorite things to force people close to me to read. I can’t wait to see what else you make because I know it will be amazing (even if it hurt me a little bit that no gundam ops got on the op list (even though it’s completely fair))

Thanks!

Actually, the Gundam series deserves special props. My ex-boyfriend showed me all those openings back when we were still dating (this project has been going on so long lmao) and I don't think any series has more consistently good OPs than Gundam.

Most longrunners like Naruto or One Piece or Case Closed all have a bunch of stinkers mixed in there but basically every Gundam opening was like 6-8/10. That's seriously impressive. None of them were quite good enough to make it for a variety of reasons, but I think... one of them was really close. Maybe Iron Blooded Orphans?

[morrigan-sims]

Btw, if you ever see me post about a book/movie/game/ANYTHING, that is an open invitation to talk to me about it. Tell me your opinions, talk to me about your builds and characters for video games, scream at me about good or bad scenes in books, shows, or movies. (Or if there’s a book/movie/game/whatever that you think I’d like, TELL ME. Please give me recs.) There is nothing in the world I love more than talking about media of any kind (except for talking about my OCs but I know that’s a harder ask.)

Also, PLEASE tell me about your dnd characters. Make them in the sims and tag me in the post. Infodump and tag me. Infodump in my DMs. Ask for my Discord and message me there. I mean it. I am on my knees BEGGING for people to talk to me about not just things I love, but things YOU love.

Send me an ask (anon is ALWAYS on), a DM, ask for my Discord, anything. I swear on everything I hold dear that asks or DMs are never w bother. (/gen)

I’m always down to discuss plot, characters, mechanics, worldbuilding, any of it. TTRPGs/CRPGs and sci-fi/fantasy books + movies are the center of my wheelhouse, but honestly I just love having in-depth discussions about things. (Oh and I could (and have, much to my friends and family’s dismay) talk for HOURS about Black Sails.)

[icewindandboringhorror]

I'm so heavily anti-advertising that all pitches sound goofy silly to me/I can never take them seriously, so I have no idea how I'll manage to to advertise my game even if I do finally finish it soon-ish lol...

[weaselishmcdiesel]

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[raddestrose]

I did it, I actually did it

I can’t believe I finished the series

It always comes as a shock to me once Ive actually finished an entire series. Like everything kind of like sets in and then Im like wow, I just finished it, it’s over.

[website-com]

comfort media that is upsetting is interesting. id like to learn more about the phenomena

[aastarions]

i wish there were like 50 hours in a day can u imagine all the things i could accomplish

[icouldhyperfixatehim]

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[light-wrath-paradise]

*takes a drag of cigarette* I need to reread Monster by Naoki Urasawa

[renthony]

I really have no patience for posts talking about "adults who only watch kids' cartoons," because, like...people accuse me of "only watching kids' cartoons," despite all evidence to the contrary. It doesn't matter how much I talk about other adult media I like, if I post too many things in a row about Steven Universe or The Dragon Prince or The Owl House, people come out of the goddamn woodwork to accuse me of "only watching kids' shows."

So I really can't take people seriously when they start talking about the supposed "problem" of "adults who only watch kids' shows." Are the "adults who only watch kids' cartoons" in the room with us right now, or are you basing your entire opinion of people solely on their fandom blog? Like, come on.

It makes me think of the couple years I spent volunteering in a school library. The librarian talked a lot about how it's hurtful to enforce "reading at grade-level" on every student with no nuance. Teachers would try to force their students to check out books "at proper grade-level," instead of letting students pick out whatever they wanted (even if it was "too easy"), and it resulted in a lot of students deciding books were boring, too hard, and only good for making them feel stupid. They started to hate reading entirely, because people constantly shut them down and told them they were stupid for not reading the right things. This was especially brutal on disabled students.

I personally apply the same philosophy to adults. You don't know what someone might struggle with, you don't know what someone's history is. You might think a piece of media is "too simple," but that's your experience and your opinion. People learn and grow and experience the world at different paces, and what seems to you like a "simplistic" piece of media may be the most complex, illuminating piece of media someone else has ever had the opportunity to experience. It doesn't make them "stupid" or "childish," and believing that it does is cruel and counterproductive. You cannot wield shame as a fucking cudgel if your goal is education, support, and helping people expand their horizons.

I don't think a culture of shame is helpful. I don't think a culture of "if you like 'childish' things, it means you're too stupid for anything else" is helpful. I don't think constantly making fun of children's media does anything other than demean people--and not just the people who enjoy it, but the people who make it, too.